Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.

*Sits at the table nearest the bar, and waits for his number to be called.*

Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.

Rwos: I would have saved you, you know. I had a plan...and I even knew how I would eliminate the Time Matrix. *feels a little foolish* I had forgotten the original deal - that whoever got the Time Matrix first, won. We just wanted things returned to the way they were before...and we got it.

*Irvine's shuttle zips out of hyperspace and into the atmosphere of Tatoonie. Irvine then launches his orbital survalence pods. then uses them to scout out a place to land...*

Irvine: "Ah, yes an abandoned airfield, ill and there."

*Irvine plots a stealth approch and lands on the airfield, eventually opening up a bunker and placing his freighter inside*

okay, cantina is in wrong place that i thought ^__^

Irvine: 'i better go into town, get a drink or something, maybe i can get something for this case, too bad i cant open it. Damn force protected lock or soemthing.' *glares at Silver Case, then puts it in his trenchcoat along with his blasters and some Money*

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*An Imperial Council meeting has been immetately been held*

Ivan: "Fellow Council Members i have recieved reports of the Crimson Star being destroyed and the Crimson Star II which most of you haven't even been told of, we have lost contact. More Importantly The son of Lord Cracken was reported to be on teh Crimson Star II overseeing the project."

((Rogue15 just wanted to make sure that you knew the Rebel Alliance is the New Republic.))

*Odin and Vidar are off to the side talking*

Odin: Were all of the torpedoes recovered?

Vidar: Yes father. They are all accounted for. The fleet has returned home. Cloaking devices are being installed now.

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

*Cracken, one moment,was combating imperial anti-hackers, the next, floating in the dark. a strange sensation to say the least... from the darkness he heard a voice...*

You are to go back to that Cantina you all like, and as for you, Cracken, you and Starr have a great luxury...
Your desicions are your own....

"My own? i can choose.... do i need to exist anymore? I failed you father, i need not to exist....."

*Suddenly, images flashed through his mind. The Imperial Remnant, the fleet, his apprentice, his father, Coruscant, Deac, Rwos, Flax....his son....... and his daughter.......... yes, he needed to exist. to lead the Remnant.... and to fix what he had done to his family.

In an instant, he found himself on the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer Titan. The Imperial Fleet he assembled was at full strength, and spread over the many worlds he conqured during his blitzkrig. No Crimson Star, though, yet Coruscant still missed a moon. Admiral Tojo, Starr by his side, he realized what he had done..... and spoke....*

Admiral, relinquish demands of control over the New Republic. Instead, i want to negotiate a true peace treaty. Regroup the fleet that is holding worlds other than Coruscant in Remnant Territory. if there is any dissent amongst the Moffs, or the Captains, bring them here and i'll deal with them myself. let them know they probably won't survive.

Also, send the New Republic a request to co-operate and find a man about 23, force sensitive. His name is Irvine.
*He turned to Starr*
You may leave if you want. However, i ask you to do one thing. O Corellia, there is a young woman i think by the name of Alys'Shera. I wish to see her. Could you bring her here, in one piece, with out injury?

CHARACTERS:
Dark Lord of the Sith Cracken
Age: approximatly 50 years old
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Abilities: Strong in teh Dark Side of the Force, Much like his father, Emperor Palpatine.
Weapons: one Lightfoil. *Refere to Attack of teh CLones, Darth Tyranus uses one*
Armor: The Force
Bio: Only child and Son of the late Emperor Palpatine, he once tried to conquer the galaxy in his fathers name. Now, he is trying to find his family, and guide the Imperial Remnant into a stable future. Could his taks of finding his kids run him into teh Cantina'ers again?!

Alys'Shera
Age: 24 years old
Species:Human
Sex: Female
Abilities: Force Sensitive, yet no formal training. knows how to move things, but that's it. Self taught.
Weapons: Dual blasters
Armor: Black pants, with Corellian bloodstripes, black shirt and a red jacket.
Bio: Only child, her mother was foribly taken on Corellia, by what is now assumed to be a Rogue Jedi or a Dark Jedi. about 5 foot 5 in height, long black hair that is braided down to the small of her back. Knows nothing of her father. trained in CorSec, and she earned her Corellian Bloostripes during the Blitzkrig of Corellia. Flies an old Jedi Starfighter, heavely modified, andher step father was apart of CorSec until the Blitzkrig, where he was KIA. Qiut CorSec, and now is a gun for hire.

*a hooded man with a faded old black cloak, using a walking stick walks into the Cantina and sits at the bar.*

??? to barteneder: "You surve Raynorian Spirits here?"

*The bartender surves him up an alcholic ale with a slight smoothy tase to it. and follows the money owed for the drink. Im The mean time Irvine walks in hooded with a more 'newer' cloaked outfit then the stranger, and sits on the other end of the bar.*

*Starr floats in darkness. Voices come to him out of the void...terror, accusations, the realization that everything he had done had been...for nothing. He felt a peculiar sense of emptiness.

Is this death?

"As for you, Cracken, you and Starr have a great luxury...

Your decisions are your own..."

Cracken.

I failed...I failed him.

The darkness folded back. Starr stood again at Cracken's side.

Is this a dream?

Cracken spoke.

"Admiral, relinquish demands of control over the New Republic. Instead, I want to negotiate a true peace treaty. Regroup the fleet that is holding worlds other than Coruscant in Remnant Territory. If there is any dissent amongst the Moffs, or the Captains, bring them here and I'll deal with them myself. Let them know they probably won't survive. Also, send the New Republic a request to co-operate and find a man about 23, Force sensitive. His name is Irvine."

He turned to Starr.

"You may leave if you want. However, I ask you to do one thing. On Corellia, there is a young woman I think by the name of Alys'Shera. I wish to see her. Could you bring her here, in one piece, without injury?"

Bio: Aproximatly 6 foot tall, 12 stone. Dark brown hair, intense hazal eyes, even features. Son of Kelren Flax, a hero of the Clone Wars Taklin had a sister Mily. Mily was killed, along with her husband and two sons when a TieGT bombed their house in retaliation for a Rebal uprising on Aguma. Tak met Sophae Windrider after defending her transport from bombers. Six months later, after the battle of Yavin Tak finally asked her out. They were were married and had three Children. Hal, Mierra and Kale. Flax draws much of his confidence and drive from his wife.

((Scarface: There is only one of each character the doubles have been erased/merged what ever you would like to call it. As far as the Older Irvine is concerned he went back in time to stop the holocaust. However it never happened erasing that time line and the elder Irvine in the process. He would have no reason to travel into the past. Also the Aeges fixed any errors that were created with the time travel, and reverted history back to the way it was originally))

*Odin and Vidar look at the news with amuesment*

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

*heads back to table, and on the way stumbles into a hooded man, now covered in dewback soup and lomin ale*

"I...I didn't see you."

*fumbles around pants pocket for credits*

kioet to self: "oh great...i just used the last of them..."

*reaches for flash grenade*

Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.

((It doesn't matter how he got to the past or if he stayed out of major history, his sheer presance in the past changes the past. Besides all that he doesn't exist anymore. (I explained why in my previous post) ))

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.

((OOS: @Scar: If you choose to have Holocaust Irvine in this RPG then you're going to eventually have to take him out of the spinoff early. Not for a while, but within two years out of the twenty - hence if we go to another dimension, he'll be left behind, AND he won't be able to reappear for the rest of the spinoff. So you'll need a new character after he's gone. Which won't happen for a while most likely, but I'm just warning you))

Rwos: Yes, interesting indeed...*glancing at the holoscreens ((not TVs Scar ))* Apparently Cracken had a change of heart. My own sources tell me that the Remnant is likely to split...one side will welcome Cracken's new peace agenda, and the other will inititate break from him. It will be much less of a threat, however. My sources, however, have also told me of some...interdimensional activity that demands my attention. So I may have to leave again soon.

*muses a moment*

Furro never told us what happened to Ken'atra. I guess we can safely assume he and his family will live "happily ever after".

And without the Holocaust destroying its hiding place, the Time Matrix can pass from all memory again till the end of time.

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Name: Koran Sandiveld
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Abilities: Jedi Knight, can hear people's thoughts He also specializes in push, mind trick and grip, the heavy stance of lightsaber fighting
Weapons: Two lightsabers and a small blaster
Armor: Shield Belt
Bio: Born on Coruscant, trained by an old Jedi Master who has since died, Koran is naive to the world around him. He believes he is superior to most if not all beings.

*A rodian runs into the bar, screaming. Two sabers
fly into the door after him, cutting off his hands. A human in dark robes walkes up, retrives his sabers, and takes a small vibro-blade out of one of the hands, and then causeually walkes up to the bar, sits down, and orders a drink.

"Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy." -- George Carlin

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

well if i had to remove Irvine from the holocuast, because of error fixes, then the whole thread should be deleted. Irvine exsists in this time line only because he exsisted at the same time when the holocuast began. so no i will not remove irvine from neither thread.

Irvine to Kioet: "Now why should I? you wasted your meal on my clothes and never offered me a towel? but I guess I'll be nice and buy you a beer." to bartender: "two more beers" *slaps down more money. while keeping his gun consealed and still pointed at Kioet*

((Lol, no. I didn't mean you had to erase Irvine's existence. But according to you, after two years in the Holocaust timeline, Irvine will be transported to Cantina 7 on Raynor. That will have to eventually happen in the spinoff thread, if you want to have two Irvines here.))

"You are most kind. I was going to give you some credits, but realized I've used the last on the meal, so I panicked."

*Kioet looks at Irvine, thoughtfully*

Kioet:

"So, what brings you here?"

Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.

*As Deac and his friends sit around in the cantina, events are happening not so far away, on the edge of the system, aboard the Star Destroyer Reaver*

Peace? He's gone soft, working with Starkiller. Still, my forces will do the job. Father left several powerful weapons at my disposal...and I intend to use them. "Uncle" Deac will be on Tatooine...so...

approx twenty-five redwing, not two. Remember the Irvine in c7 was in his late fourties

Irvine tells a small lie: "I've been to couresant before, im just doing a little business, thats all. How ever, I did want to find someting whom could get this lock opened on this case." *Uses his right hand to pull out the silver case, while keeping the left holding to the gun still.* "It was given to me a long time ago, theres no way to pick the lock, since theres no key hole, I figured it had to do something with the force." *Irvine shows the Silver lightsaber case to Kioet, but mistakenly is able to be viewed by the regulars (the cantiners), which also shows the family insigna of the Chimera clawing two lightsabers.*

Odin: I trust you know how to use this. Please don't try to examine, or try to open it as it will destroy itself.

Before I go, we are always watching you though you may not know it.

*Odin and Vidar pause at the entrance were another cloaked man joins them. The three exit.*
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Odin: Come boys, lets get to Sleipnir (Odin's personal ship).

*The three walk to the ship*

Vidar: What do you think about this peace proposal?

Heimdall (the Cloaked man): I believe this will cause more blood to be spilled.

Odin: I agree, I don't think the Imperials are ready for peace. Monitor Jotunheim closely, this will be interesting.

Heimdall: I'll make sure that it is done.
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((Allow me to formally introduce Vidar and Heimdall to everyone

Name: Vidar
Age: 700
Race: Aesir
Bio: Vidar is the son of Odin, and will rule the Aesir upon Odin's death. He is the second most powerful Aesir, has a vast knowledge of Aesirian lore. He likes to spend his time in thought and study but when action is needed he doesn't like to waste time. Vidar looks like a man in his early twenties.

Name: Heimdall
Age: 400
Race: Aesir
Bio: Heimdall is Odin's youngest. His force ablilites amoung other things allow give him heightened sense of hearing and sight. He has a fierce loyalty to his people and spends much of his time ensuring that the Aesir remain safe and hidden. He has the appearance of a man near twenty (around 19). ))

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

"Whoa, I've seen many weapon cases, including a few lightsaber cases, but have never seen one as rare."

*Kioet gazes at the lightsaber box, just awed by it*

"Would you be willing to trade it? I happen to have a full supply of weapons in the cargo hold of my Sentinel-Class Imperial Landing Craft. They're all yours if you're willing to make the trade. Of course, if you don't want to trade it, I'd be willing to help you find someone who could open it for you."

*Kioet takes a sip of beer*

Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.

Ivan: "Good to see you again my Emperior. I know it does not pretain to me but, may i ask to accompany you to the treaty holdings? Even if its part of the way, I feel I must speak to you about these meetings."

*Cracken looks at the man, staring him down with intensity*
you are correct, these procedings are none of YOUR concern. I am the Head of State, and Government. The last thing i need is some sniviling politician getting in my way. I'll make peace with the Republic, and keep Imperial dignity.

((OOS: Deac, since you're gonna be gone for three days, how about we insert the events of 'new rpg' in this time gap. Remember, when Deac writes his biography, and the Shadows and Marin show up?

Maybe Deac could have just published his biography since he got back, and when he goes back to Tatooine, then Reletha launches the asteroid. ^_^

@Scar: The timeline that makes up the Holocaust lasts only twenty years. So if Irvine left at the end of the timeline, he would be in his early forties, I suppose. I was referring to an earlier post of yours when I said "two years".

I'm going to go with the flow and re-introduce Rwos, as well as Starr.))

Name: Termand Se'enth Rwos
Age: 70+ (35+ in human years)
Race: Gargoyle
Abilities: Since Cantina 1 Rwos has gained:
The ability to regenerate body parts
The ability to control his stone sleep like a normal gargoyle
Increased magical ability (since the end of C7)
A working teleporter
Besides that, he can still fly and is possessed of great strength and enhanced senses, like a normal gargoyle.
Bio: Termand Rwos is from the magical plane of the planet Earth. He belongs to an organization that guards dimensional travel (as well as interfering in other things) called Blades. Rwos came to this dimension out of necessity, got driven mad and trapped here, then finally managed to fix his teleporter and leave, but not before making several attachments that he didn't want to abandon. For example, a friendship with Deac Starkiller. Rwos feels a special responsibility to this dimension akin to his own. The other Blades disapprove greatly of this, but as Rwos is extremely high in the heirarchy, he is currently able to carry on his actions with impunity.

Name: Starr Hailfire
Age: Early twenties
Race: Human
Abilities: Starr can double as an excellent mercernary and the highly trained Sith apprentice that he is. He favors esoteric, powerful weapons as well as his crimson lightsaber. Starr specializes in the Force powers of illusion, and made it a point to learn highly specialized Force attacks most enemies wouldn't know how to counter.

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*Starr trailed Alys'Shera from a distance, ever watchful. It hadn't been too much trouble to find her, with the paper trail she'd left in Remnant dealings. Now if he could only catch her by herself, he could bring her back to his master.

@redwing, i really dont think Leia would side the Empire. and as for the two years, well that might have been an early attempt on thinking how my character would fit into the whole thing, but then yet again, it oculd have been apart of a series of things...

Heimdall: It was my pleasure. It has been fully upgraded, to name a couple of the improvements are a cloaking device and quantum armor.

Odin: Good very good.

Vidar: Soon the entire fleet will be fully upgraded. And we will be able to move around this galaxy undetected.

Odin: We will leave tonight

*Heimdall, and Vidar nod in confirmation.*

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."